Blow my phone ft. Winnie Jake Lyrics

Wetin you want you dey blow my phone

Kiss all them girls

Make you leave me alone

Seen you cheating right in our home

I'm always scared when I check your phone

Brother Shaggi go seat on your throne

Ki lo de why you do me dirty

I go run away like Bolt

You no leave me go no be small thing

You're number one guy just dey run things

You be lying to me that I'm lucky

Let's ride it out like a drive through

Don't call me up it is past two

You still dey ring, you dey call

You dey blow my phone

Baby boy it is tragic

Our love don end no be magic

But you no gree, you no want

You dey blow my phone

Fi mi si le jowon dami

You be shouting

Oya raise your army

But you no gree, you no want

You dey blow my phone

Baby girl you were a gem

You were a treasure

I speak facts, no gas like Tesla

When it was time

I held you down like a wrestler

Got what you needed

Gave you that and even extra so

Hold me hold me

See you left me alone

Cause you couldn't control me

Ki lo de why you do me dirty

So listen to these words that I speak

You're love was all that I need

Baby girl you don't really practice

What you preach

Only time you show me love

Is only when I sleep

Girl of my dreams

Which is really messed up

Cause we play on different teams

Remind me what's the theme

Don't forget it's two sides

So everything it's not what it seems

Honestly, Suddenly

Pretty little secrets, confess

I put you up on a pedestal

Your love so unethical

But still in my life you came first

Baby it is tragic

What we had was toxic

We lost our spark, we had no more magic

But you no gree, you no want

You dey blow my phone

You were a drug

And I swear I was an addict

But few months ago

You said I couldn't have it

Now you no gree, you no want

You dey call my phone

Now you call my phone when it's past two

And I come around like a drive through

I really dread the day that I left you

Same way I bless the day that I met you

No way

You left me alone

You were the queen of my heart

But you left me your throne

Why you do me dirty

Baby girl it is tragic

Our love don end no be magic

But you no gree, you no want

You dey blow my phone

Fi mi si le jowon dami

You be screaming

Oya raise your army

But you no gree, you no want

You dey blow my phone